They entered and left Gringotts without any problems. Unlike in the fan fiction, you didn't need a blood test to prove you were the owner of the vault. All you needed was the key. Altair already knew that the vault was protected by a Gemino spell, so countering it wasn't difficult.
"It's cursed," he said for the third time in ten minutes.
"I've been to the vault before. I didn't even know it was there. How did you know?"
"Bella," he replied pointing to the cat.
He heard her sigh in frustration as she put the cup in her bag. They were both at the Leaky Cauldron, waiting for Tonks and Andy. They left Hogwarts yesterday, but since they had nowhere to stay, they had decided to spend the night at the pub. Lavender was with them, much to Lyra's displeasure.
They would take the Portkey to Japan tomorrow. There was no need to move in with Andy when they would only be there for two nights.
Knock! Knock! They heard a knock on the door. He got up to open it and asked who it was. His cousin and aunt wouldn't be there for another two hours.
"What a surprise to see you, Parkinson," Altair said with a grimace.
"I want to talk to you," she said. "In private," she added when she saw Lyra playing with Bella.
"Come to my room," she said. The room they were in was Lyra's. His room, which he shared with Lavender, was in the next room.
He granted her an audience. More out of morbid curiosity than anything else. His last conversation with her had been less than civil. If he remembered correctly, she was engaged to Goyle.
"I need gold," she said, as soon as she sat down in the bed.
Right behind her, there was a lump under the sheets. The girl looked around the room in disgust.
"They're hiring at a potion store near here," he said, ignoring her insinuation. He wanted her to be more direct.
"I want you to..." she stammered, her face flushing. "We talked about this last time," she whispered.
Ah, Altair remembered. They had talked about prostitution. That was before the woman in front of him started insulting Lavender.
"I told you that if you licked the floor, I'd give you fifty galleons," he reminded her. He hadn't taken her insults kindly.
Pansy looked at the floor in disgust. Though it looked clean, it was old wood. She didn't want to do it, but she needed the money. Her parents wanted the marriage to happen as soon as possible. The girl knelt on the floor. Her knees touched the rough wood, and she leaned forward. Her tears were filled with hatred for the humiliation. Still, it was better than ending up with Goyle. He was fat and stupid. And an abuser. She remembered him slapping her when she refused to walk with him.
Her tongue extended onto the floor. She closed her eyes, trying to forget the disgusting thing she is about to do. She didn't touch the floor, though. Instead, she felt an object enter her mouth. She gagged when the object touched her uvula. She opened her eyes wide.
Altair decided not to be cruel. He was in a great mood that day.
The girl on her knees only improved it further. He felt her suppress her gag reflex as he entered her mouth with his fingers.
"Without Draco to watch his little slut, it's not as much fun," he said. Honestly, the girl wasn't pleasant, but he didn't hate her, either. "I'm not interested in you," he said, pulling his fingers out.
"Please!" the girl begged. But no amount of desperation could change the disdainful look on his face.
"Just go," he said. She was beautiful, but not enough to make him lose his mind.
The girl debated whether to continue begging or accept his words. With what little pride she had left, she decided to leave.
"Wait," whispered a voice from under the sheets. From the lump on the bed, Lavender's figure was revealed.
"Alti, on our trip, wouldn't it be nice to have a maid?" Lavender had started researching Japanese culture because she wanted to be fashionable.
In her research, she came across the concept of maids and the Japanese outfits they wore. The idea was so exciting that she decided to buy a few outfits for the girls. She imagined her breasts spilling out of the outfit.
At first, she thought it would be a one-night thing, or maybe several nights. But wouldn't it be good for Altair to have a girl dressed like that all the time? Especially if the girl had insulted him in the past.
Pansy got over her initial surprise when she saw that the bulge was just Lavender's figure. Seeing the bitch made her even more upset, but the idea gave her hope.
"You know I can't say no to you," Altair sighed, wondering what games his beautiful girlfriend was planning. "Do you accept?"
The black-haired girl looked from one to the other, wondering what the worst could be. She had no idea what the job entailed, but it would provide her with a home and galleons. It surely couldn't be as unpleasant as her marriage to Goyle.
"I accept," she said, bowing her head to avoid looking at the satisfied look on the blonde's face.
"Good. Then I'll teach you some of your duties right away. It will be your maid training," said the blonde with a predatory smile.
"Maid?" Altair asked, already thinking she would enjoy Lavender's decision.
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Pansy looked at the member in front of her in surprise. Seeing it in person was different from seeing it in Harley's video. It was monstrous and grotesque. No decent wizard should carry that thing. Only a filthy creature like him could have something like that.
'I have to please him,' she thought, disgusted by the idea.
It was salty. That was the first thing she noticed: Salty and hot. As she began to suck it, her mind tried to think of other things. She wasn't good at it, nor could she pretend to enjoy it. She wasn't a slut like Brown or Harley.
No, she hated this. She hated that she couldn't fit it all in her mouth. She had been raised to be a good pure-blood lady, to have children, and to live in luxury. Goyle wouldn't have made her do this. But he probably would have beaten her to death, she thought. She just had to make him finish. 'It cannot be that hard.'
If his fingers had touched her Uvula, his penis would have been more than willing to do it again. She felt nauseous and, for a moment, thought about throwing up. But that would only be counterproductive.
It bothered her a little to see them kissing. Altair had an honorable pureblood Lady having her mouth around his cock, yet he preferred that blonde slut.
She hated all of this. She didn't know how the blonde girl could moan when he fondled her breasts. She was definitely a whore. She was trapped with them, with that pair of perverts. She thought about everything they would force her to do. Her virginity would be taken by that member. She was already mentally prepared for it.
The idea disgusted her. In fact, she felt a warmth in her lower abdomen. She could feel her panties getting wet. Her body rejected the idea so strongly that prepared her to fight it. Perhaps the warmth was the beginning of a fever and the wetness was her vagina trying to clean itself.
She moaned when Altair pushed her. She watched the man lift his slutty girlfriend like a rag doll and line his cock up with her hole.
"Shit," she said in horror, watching the hole suck in the cock like a black hole.